Corvus was quiet and his expression thoughtful as he thought over the role's requirements as Shaye spoke to him. Making decisions for younger warriors, setting up patrols, and in making sure those embarking beyond Abaven's borders had guards if needed. That all sounded doable. Taking on an apprentice sounded like the most stressful for him, and already his mind was whirling with the possibilities. Truthfully, he didn't know many of the younger wolves in Abaven well. What about some of the kids born in the winter? He cocked his head as he considered it, deciding he likely wouldn't know right away who might need a mentor. Could he even be a decent mentor? He hoped the slight frown that was tugging at his lips wasn't obvious.
"I'll do it," he said finally, after a moment of thought. He hadn't spent much time with Rhyme but maybe if he needed guidance he could suck it up and have a one-on-one with him. His voice lacked conviction, but he somewhat managed to muster it as he thought back to how life had been when he was young. Abaven's future had been in the paws of a stranger, and he remembered how unsettled his parents had been. He understood more now just why they'd felt that way, and he was determined to never let it happen again. "I want to serve Abaven as best as I can. I want our warriors to be strong, to be able to defend our home," Corvus said, his voice stronger now as he cast his gaze away from Shaye and toward the horizon. "I'd happily serve as Blackthorn."
